Well, Interstate 80, We Was Cuttin' The Fog

Just Me An' Old Sloan (Old Sloan's My Dog)

We Had An Eighteen-wheeler With Ten On The Floor And Stereo Layin' A Strip

Now We Spied A Sign, Says "Eat Gas Now"

We Decided To Whip In And Pick Up Some Chow

At The Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin' Cafe



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Oh, The Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin'

Oh, The Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin' (a-lookin' For Mavis)

Oh, The Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin' Cafe



Now We've Been Every Place Between Here And South Sioux

And We've Seen Us A Truck-stop Waitress Or Two

But This Gal's Built Like A Burlap Bag Full Of Bobcats:

She's Got It To-gether



Well, She Filled My Tank; I Said "Thank You, Honey."

Her Name Was Mavis, I Gave Her The Money

Old Sloan Just Set There, Watchin' And Waggin' And Wishin'.

I Says, "You Wait In The Truck, Boy."



Then I Went Inside. She Says, "What'll It Be?"

I Says "A Cup Of Your Best And A Number Three."

She Come Back With An Order To Go And A Quart Of Hot C And A Bone For Sloan.

I Said, "Much Obliged"; Old Sloan Gave A Bark

I Left Her A Buck And He Left His Heart

At The Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin' Cafe



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Oh, The Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin'

Oh, The Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin'

Oh, The Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin' Cafe



Well, Saturday Night We Was Truckin' Along

Yeah, Me And Old Sloan Was A-gettin' It On

I Said, "Sloan, I've Been Thinkin' On A-gettin' Up My Courage, And Tonight's The Night"

Well, I Popped The Clutch, Gave The Tranny A Spin

Took The Beebeetown Ramp And Slid On In

To The Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin' Cafe



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Oh, The Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Tru